#ThrowbackThursday - Iceland

Last January, two days before we were due to fly to Iceland, my sister informed me that work had cocked up her holidays and she couldn't come. I asked myself, "Which of my friends would phone in sick to work to come to Iceland?" and messaged my pal from college, Rosie. Luckily, she was off work anyway, so I told her to meet me at Edinburgh Airport on Sunday afternoon and pack lots of jumpers.

Rosie kept saying, "Ok, so we're actually going to Iceland?" over and over, not believing her luck. I'd won the holiday on Millie Cotton's blog so all we needed was enough spending money to keep us fed for five days.

As soon as the plane's tyres hit the tarmac, Rosie got down to the most important part of a holiday...looking at the local men on Tinder. *Spoiler* They're all gingery, Viking types with unpronounceable names. We did the museums, went to see geysers and waterfalls...but the best bits of the holiday were just us sitting in our hotel room watching Icelandic music channels and judging people on Tinder.

We'd both been in horrible relationships with horrible boys, and talked about them over burgers and White Russians. I ended up having a fling with an Italian lad on the final night. I'd gained a stone since moving back in with my parents (all that golden syrup on toast) and was the chubbiest I'd been in years, as you can see by my even-rounder face in the photo, and yet I just really care what this guy thought of me. It was a weird turning point for me and I don't know if I'll ever quite put my finger on why.

When I came home, I missed Rosie really badly, and I don't get to see her as often as I'd like. I'm still sad I didn't get to share this experience with my sister, but I think Rosie was the best person I could have gone on that trip with. It was one of the greatest things I've ever done. She's trying to visit every country in Europe before she's 25 and I hope I can go on another adventure with her next year.